in safari mood
in my wednesday best
i am here with my laughing hyena
who's once caged heart
that once raged against the transparant regime
has now sprouted wings and flies with a lilac moth;
her sabre-tooth smile
her horse-drawn eyes
brightens my palette in readiness
for the painting of a house fly sleeping on my rainbow chard;
fully erect and squatting air like a burnt ventriloquist
chocking on her ashes as i smoke the eyelids of her hands
my pounding chests' unwillingness to breathe
heaves like a drag queen bingo callers long lost need for steam
as straight as i am
i am in love with the pound of flesh beneath her bra;
all the sixes...
...sixtynine
my cheesecake with her weetabix
one day soon
a pair of swells out grazing on a croquet lawn;
fawn suits and equally matched
swinging with love on lifes ever growing chain
each with a ball attached;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 13th, 2021 07:15
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments2
Happy Birthday dear Poet,
(what can I do, you may choose
to be prejudicial against those of my pigment of skin
but still, I affirm my choice to recognise
you: for the poetry,
than the broken person, you so fervently
project yourself to be)
'bingo callers long lost need for steam', eh? lol
this be that: 'word picture' they talk about
words and lines imbued with such distinct clarity
even that manufactured, 4th dimensionality
of immersivity, miraged - pixel perfection
can ever: come close to imitating
thank you for my birthday wishes L B Mek;
as for my being a broken person..no;
I simlply choose to write with a mind that forever questions not what is right, but what is accepted as being right, ignoring those who have a different view on life;
I dont find a rainbow fascinating, but I do ask, when a man falls in love with a drag queen bingo caller, he gets castrated!
isnt that also a wonderful thing?
two people falling in love;
yes, I view the world through miserable eyes.
but one thing I will not do;
is write only to please the eyes of those of read what I write;'
as I said before, my mind rules my pen, and that is what I must live with;
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